(about abnormalities, normalcy, Christmas, xenophobia, and hope) At Comfest I often see a particular guy with a nauseating warty skin condition; throughout the year in Goodale Park and our neighborhood there are several people who ...

(about trash, treasures, history, cursive writing, and social conditioning) As I shoveled a pile of hundred-year-old debris from a hidden area behind a third-floor tower room wall in our house, I picked up a shovelful with something ...

(about maps, representations, shadows, and reality) The Flytown historical marker at the southwest corner of Goodale Park displays a map with an arrow that says, “You are here”. But you’re not. The arrow on the metal map points ...

(about tagging, “broken window” theory, marking, preference and communication) Recently in and near Goodale Park there has been some tagging activity, which I am loath to share visually for fear of reinforcing the behavior. But ...

(About springtime, an urban mammal, fascination & disgust, fences, and death) Spring means the return of many things, and one of them has fifty teeth. Spring brings buds and blossoms bursting from branches, the thick smell of ...

(about trash, proper places, follow-through, willingness, inability, and aim) When I walk past the trash cans in Goodale Park, I’m encouraged by how much garbage ends up inside them. But I’m also troubled by how often trash ...

(about trash, recurring toil, Sysiphus, Groundhog Day, journey and redemption) Every day when I drive to work, I see High Street shopkeepers helplessly battling the inevitability of entropy, clearing waste from the sidewalks in front ...

(about raking, renovation, physics, and limits) A couple of weeks ago when Columbus briefly had snow, the leaves in both Goodale Park and my yard temporarily hid under its white blanket. But as typically happens in Columbus ...